#Bastra

[driftwoodmfb]

I made Gijinka versiona of @marcolor 's Marxalor fan kids, Bastra, Rimuru, and Taquito on Picrew

(Here's the link!)

[spacerocksarethebestrocks]

pov you are baby Bastra and you are going to your first gay bar

Bastra belongs to the incomparable @purgetrooperfox and I had great fun drawing him

(the wombo background idea came from the wonderful @crowbafett)

[purgetrooperfox]

going to grind him into dust

[thechaoticfanartist]

Bastra Vargdan for @purgetrooperfox !! Hope I did his design justice! They were fun to draw!

Tag List (let me know if you want to be added or removed) : @padme--amygdala @soclonely @mrfandomwars @jgvfhl @thezegendofzelda @milfspectre1 @togrutanduin @jedi-valjean @one-real-imonkey @traygaming @roseofalderaan @keoxus  @tranakin-thighhighwalker @fate-and-destiny @sentineljedi @spicysucculentz @purgetrooperfox @amelia-song-pond @kohtoyah @saturnsokas

[certified-anakinfucker]

HIII FOR OMURA PLS

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

🍑: What sort of traits does your OC look for in a Significant Other?

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

CLAWS MY WAY UP FROM HELL ITSELF I GET TO OMURAPOST EVEN MORE???? and finally back on my laptop can i get a hohyeah?

putting this under the cut bc it got so long oh my god leo ilysm

🍉: Omura has a beskar pendant in the shape of a mythosaur skull that its mother, Usokya'Varhis Vane, placed in its carrier. For years it was used as a teething toy, then pounce practice, and now as a focusing element for prayer. There's a custom headpiece that @calamity-aims' Rishh made for Omura as well, adorned with crystals from Mandalore's underground cave systems, centered around the kyber crystals Omura found from the same systems - although this piece is typically saved for ceremonies or when it has to attend a formal High Council meeting later on in its 30s-40s.

🍍: Usually in a created nest, and surrounded by any number of loved ones. Mace Windu (dad <3), Kit Fisto (dad <3), Dara Idella (@spacerocksarethebestrocks, gender neutral mom and ultimate. yes <3), Agen Kolar (dad <3), Cin Drallig + Serra Keto + Bene McCallum (Kiwigiiii), baby sister Losnook, Bastra (you! Leo!!), Altair (@dilf-archivist the one i would actually heave oceans for), its partners in crime Zeyil and Tan, literally any of its partners - Latil (@penguinkiwi the most beloved), Anakin (mine <3), Sirajaat Tott, Jess (@chiafett my adored), Chomp (@keys-to-the-stars the realest) Kimni Tadodena (shared w/ Leo), Zarthi.. any of its plethora of children both adopted and born, Rishh (Cal's!) just for the fact that she is such a beloved friend... even if you're just in proximity and it's time for Omura to flop.

🍑: That's a hilarious question, since its partners are all have a very wide array of personalities - the polycule web stretches far and wide, with love for every single one of them. Omura couldn't even begin to tell you its real type besides "you are good to me, you love me, you are genuine, and I will put the same love in with you", to sum it up into words? Omura fell in love with Anakin the same as it fell in love with Latil, and the same as it fell in love with Kimni and Sirajaat and Chomp and Zarthi and Jess. All of them bring different things to the table. // Anakin is like, this certain sense of intimacy and trust. // Latil is like the calm and the quiet that settles right after the sun sets and the moon rises. // Kimni is like a rush of overwhelming devotion, but not in the intoxicating sense - more like waking up for the first time to something you adore. // Sirajaat was the first time Omura learned to open its eyes and see beyond what it knew, see beyond fear of the unknown when it came to knowing someone else. But also finding something that was much closer to home and comfort than it even realized. // Zarthi was the love of taking it slow, taking someone in and finding something natural. // Jess was the first time Omura was able to reach out to a Force sect outside of its heritage (Jedi, Mandalorian, Togrutan) and learn more, while connecting with someone in the process. // Chomp was the most happenstance thing to ever happen and it blossomed into a love so fucking true that Omura was genuinely surprised that it was mutual, and wasted no time in ensuring that it felt the exact same. If there is love, and the love is real and mutual and trustworthy, then Omura will nurture it.

🍆: Omura is a very physically affectionate person, and honestly always has been. It's preferred to show its love and care by pressing close to others (if wanted) and purring to comfort them, gently "grooming" them or asking if they want to talk about what happened to upset them. Or just being a quiet pillar to lean on for a moment. Omura likes to bite and kiss and hug and hold (and lick, depending on who you are) when playful. Very much just!! Being present, reminding the other that it's there with them, rubbing cheeks or chinning against them, man I just think Omura really really likes holding people. A good small-space heater for the chilly, a good bed for littles to lay on, MAN!!!

🍰: Betrayal and/or being lied to. Cough cough. O66 AU. Omura was willing to kill all those it loved just to keep Anakin closeby, following him into Darkness and becoming his Grand Inquisitor, just for it to find out that Anakin lied. And boy did Omura fucking LOSE IT. Imagine that the Living Force, corrupted and twisted into a walking amalgamation of death and decay that siphons off life just by walking past someone .. who has taken great care to not physically touch you because it knows it will kill you .. has suddenly turned its cosmic eye to you and is in the process of tearing a wall of solid durasteel apart out of sheer incomprehensible rage. Because you lied. And you killed its loved ones.

[stolas-bastra]

•He grew up alongside Obi wan, Quinlan Vos and Bant within the Jedi temple. Obi wan and Stolas were crechemates and Obi wan nicknamed Stolas ‘Moxxie’ after a childhood incident involving a stolen lightsaber, a distressed obi wan and an older crecheling. (The only one to ever get away with it)

•Obi wan’s love interest

•Former Padawan of Jedi Master Plo Koon.

• Master of Padawan Skald, a young Dathomirian Zabrak (died during Order 66, killed by his fellow commander, CT- 1014 Insomnia also known as ‘Som’)

•He was 5 years old when he was bought into the Jedi temple and so retains memories of his homeworld- Hee had been found by Jedi master Mace windy.

* Specialised in the living force.

[purgetrooperfox-moved-again]

Okay so I have loads of thoughts about Nocte and Dara but you know most of them (fuck nasty, cuddle nice) but!!! Dara and Bastra!

I think they would like to sit in complete silence doing science together at opposite ends of the sofa, covered in the same blanket. Good friends but they don't really go out and do stuff together? They just like to spend time together doing nothing.

Send Headcanons Of Our OCs Relationships

ahhh yessss Dara and Bastra would be masters of parallel play methinks. they vibe in different circles but have those complimentary personalities that make it easy to pick up and drop off without it being awkward

[utterlyinevitable]

⇒ read on ao3

2. Hit me on the phone 

Pairing: Mason x F!Detective (Felicity ‘Lia’ Bastra) Rating: Teen+ Summary: Lia butt dials Mason. Sometime after book 2. 

a/n: this is a series of drabbles where my detective is caught in a love triangle between Mason and Nate

An unassuming evening. For once Wayhaven is silent. Comfortable. There’s no looming disaster hanging over her head (at least nothing bigger than the overarching threat Lia’s come to live under). She’s safe in her apartment after an uneventful day at the station (uneventful workload-wise, Douglas still keeps testing her patience). Everything’s fine. 

A click of a couple buttons has soft music playing through her soundbar, filling every corner of her modestly cramped box of an apartment as she dresses down from the day. Her boots kicked off by the kitchen alcove, her jacket thrown on the couch, her badge and her phone haphazardly chucked on her bed before she retreats to her haven of a warm shower. Everything’s fine. 

Except it’s not, not really. 

Before she’s even fully soaked, there’s grumbling and groaning, and high pitched screeching sounding from the depths of her bedroom. So quiet she couldn’t hear over the stream of water overhead. 

It’s not fine. 

Because as Lia washes shampoo out of her hair, there’s a supernatural circling her building. 

And another scaling the fire escapes until they stop at her ajar bedroom window. 

And two others sneaking up the steps, breaking down her door with restrained force. 

She doesn’t hear any of that as the two intruders invade her space, too absorbed in relaxation to notice the way the air shifts as she lets the steam roll out of the bathroom. Too calm to notice two large figures in her room. That is until she takes three steps past the bathroom doorway. 

She doesn’t even recognize the blood curdling scream that leaves her lips.  

The three of them stand there stunned for a moment. Enough for Lia to take in the scene she’s unwittingly a part of: she’s stood in nothing but a blue fluffy towel, her heartbeat running races as she stares at her intruders - her friends. She’s taking breaths to calm down, but it’s still jarring to be caught unawares in her own home. She feels them watching her intently, too. At least one pair of eyes burning into her flesh. 

Lia stands there wide-eyed and naked, pulling the edges of the slit in the towel closer together so as to not flash them her lady business. Why isn’t anyone saying anything?

Faster than a bolt of lightning, two hands are gripping her by the shoulders and she’s teetering on the balls of her feet. His gray eyes are piercing, all harsh lines, but she can pick out flecks of relief in his irises as he stares and assesses her being. 

Mason breaks the tension between them with a gallantly venomous, “What is fucking wrong with you?!”

“Huh?” her brows knit together as she stops swaying, her grip on her towel loosening in their shared space. “What’re you talking about?” 

He lets her go with a little less than a shove, stomping over to hold up her phone where their call was still connected. 

“Oh… I didn’t do that on purpose. Must’ve been an accident.” She shrugs so cavalier. A response Mason certainly didn’t agree with by the way his face has contorted in a less-than-attractive sneer.   

“You should be more careful, detective,” Adam notes, breaking the weird tension between the totally-not-a-couple and reminding her that there’re other people in this room too. The entire unit is now packed in a bedroom that is barely big enough for five pieces of furniture. 

“Yeah, Mason almost had a heart attack before we even left the warehouse,” Felix adds, a knowing smirk permeating the darkness. 

Mason sneers, “I did not.” 

***

Everything is quiet. Comfortable. Enough that Mason can sit on the roof in relative peace, reflecting and trying not to think of a certain detective. 

Speak of the devil

His phone rings with that irritating melody Felix seemed to set for her. And even though his ears grate at the sound, Mason can’t help the self-satisfied smirk from taking hold. 

“Hello?” he says, anticipating the reason for her late-night call even before she speaks.  

When she doesn’t greet him he adds, “Playing hard to get, sweetheart?” 

Still, no response. 

“Detective?” 

He sits up, every limb in his body rigid as he focuses his senses on the other end of the line.

“Lia?” 

Mason can’t hear anything in the background through that shitty phone speaker. Everything is muffled and eerily quiet. Too quiet. Much too quiet for a fight - because he knows she would fight. Lia Bastra would go down kicking and screaming before letting anyone take her. 

“Felicity!?” 

In seconds Mason has fled his perch, rounded up the rest of Unit Bravo, and is racing to Lia’s apartment. The entire time Mason’s mind is running an unsettling what if what if what if 

Adam stalks the perimeter of her building. Felix scales the side, checking the fire escapes. Nate and Mason head for the door, moving deathly silently up flights of stairs towards her apartment. 

The door is locked. Fuck. Without a second thought Mason breaks it the fuck down with a swift kick of his heavy boot. 

And there’s nothing. Just a small side table lamp illuminating her eclectic living room.  

All is quiet and nothing is out of place and there’s just… drops. Pitter patters of water on porcelain.  

Mason barely shares a concerned glance with Nate before the two move quietly into Lia’s bedroom on high alert. 

And there’s nothing here either. Besides Felix perched on the metal fire escape and her clothes on the floor and her bed still made perfectly… There’s no sign of a fight. Her mirror is still fully covered so there’s no chance the maa-alused could have come for her again. Mason can feel her. He can hear her heart beating and her breaths coming, but he can’t sense anything else. 

Everything is quiet. 

and then there’s a creak. 

and then a heart-shattering scream.

and the two vampire’s spin around to the source of the noise. 

Lia. 

And no one says anything. 

The three of them stand there stunned for a moment. Mason sees her standing before him alive and well, but he doesn’t tune into anything save for her deep breaths and frantic heartbeat. His eyes rove over her, searching for signs of distress. Any rational reason as to why she’d call him and then fucking disappear. 

Lia stands there wide-eyed, pulling the edges of the towel closer together. Mason can’t take one second more - he rushes over to her, grabbing her by the shoulders, barely holding onto the thread that’s keeping him from shaking her silly. 

He hears Adam and Felix make their way inside, and he knows. Mason knows he can’t make a scene, can’t make demands or overreact in the ways his body is urging him to. He stares at her, chronicling every inch of exposed skin. 

When he’s sated and assured she’s not in any danger, he explodes.   

“What is fucking wrong with you?!”

“Huh?” her brows knit together in the most vexing of ways. As if she still doesn’t understand the dangers at play in this town. “What’re you talking about?” 

He lets her go, striding to pick her phone up off the duvet and waving the device in front of her face so she could see just what she did - that she’s connected to Mason.  He wouldn’t admit that he was too scared to shut it off. Fearing what could happen if he did and there was a chance he could hear something. Mason would never forgive himself if something happened to her and he wasn’t there to help. 

“Oh… I didn’t do that on purpose. Must’ve been an accident.” She shrugs, and if Mason didn’t like having her around so much he’d throttle her on principle alone. 

“You should be more careful, detective,” he hears Adam say, watches as her eyes flicker over to the commanding agent in this stifling room. 

And there’s some sense of relief for Mason as he feels everything settle. He takes a deep breath. But it’s cut short by Felix adding a very incriminating; 

“Yeah, Mason almost had a heart attack before we even left the warehouse.” 

Mason quickly retorts, “I did not.”

But he catches the flicker in Lia’s eye. And with that Mason is able to settle. 

Everything is fine and she is here. Heart beating and blood kept in her body. 

Mason doesn’t hear the further comments about him the last hour from Felix. He also doesn’t catch the other’s telling her to be more careful. 

Now that he’s settled, his scowl of relief can dissipate and his mind can catch up to the moment. Mason may not know why he’s feeling these odd feelings, but he knows he’s been in more perilous situations and this all feels different. 

Weird. 

Felix is still yammering in the background telling Lia how worried Mason was isn’t helping. And Nate hiding a smile isn’t helping. And she’s standing there in nothing but a cloth towel with beads of fresh water and that damn body wash fresh on her skin and that’s certainly not helping.  

After the three musketeers he calls family finishes their lecture, the three move towards the living room to talk further. Mason can hear bits of conversation - should they stay the night here to keep a lookout, should they patrol more since they’re already here, and they really don’t need to inform Rebecca that they moved in on a false alarm, do they. Listening into the conversation is preferable to explaining why he’s still in her room. 

Because Lia has a glint in her eye, and a sly grin on her delicious lips as she closes the distance between them. 

“You worried about me, Sunshine?”

__________________________

a/n: we all know the N/M LT is coming so I ask.... How do we think Nate felt in this moment? Was he all flustered at the naked detective too??? 

[tyrannus555]

The Crystal Queen

The plot behind the Jewel sisters was I thought, stupid. Basically they were given a bomb that would release a gas that would trap people into crystals. And the other two were nothing. 

So instead Ruby strips literally of Emera and Bastra of their powers and absorbs their powers into her body turning her hair white and her gems as hard as diamonds and becomes truly one with her crystals. Crazed with power she turns people into crystal prisons. to “preserve” their beauty. 

[spacerocksarethebestrocks]

Commander Fox Is Completely Fine Update!!!

Chapter 66: Invitation: Charity Gala In Support Of Our Glorious Republic

Summary:

If Fox heard the words ‘peak operating capacity’ one more time…

Well, he wouldn’t do anything. He couldn’t, if he wanted to live. But the fantasies that he was enacting in his mind to keep him occupied would get decidedly more violent.

Notes:

A not so happy chapter.

Thank you to @cyarbika for beta-ing, and @penguinkiwi and @chiafett for reading it over before that!!! Can you tell I was anxious about doing this one justice?

Knight Omura Vane belongs to @certified-anakinfucker . Bruce Rion, Arvid Cairn and Je'Hanta belong to @penguinkiwi . The dathomirian zabrak is Bastra, and he belongs to @purgetrooperfox .

[purgetrooperfox]

born to barista in a 2020s hipster coffee shop, forced to fight in a galactic war

[open for higher res, individual pieces under the cut]

[kiwikipedia]

I went “man Arvid’s horns and legs piss me off, I kinda wanna redesign him” and then instead of making my life easier I just gave him a new form really lmao. He still has his long hair and job, though! And now there’s new lore too ~ 

I had originally also done a full back view like before but it started to piss me off so I scrapped it. Just so you know, the moment i figure out how to draw Dex and also actual dragons, its all over for you fuckers (lol).

Basically the usual character intro that’s revised is under the cut! It’s a bit lengthy though.

The usual stand alone full body and the sketches, and the taglist

Arvid Cairn one of the few dragon-like Jedi within the Temple being a Inferno Drakon hailing from Surlogi, a planet that is known for being just as if not more unbearable than Mustafar in terms of lava and flame.

As a member of the Jedi Artisans and the head of the Woodworkers Department, Arvid is often found in either his own personal workshop or the general woodworking shop within the department’s halls.

Born in 67 BBY alongside of his friend and fellow Jedi Master, Jaro Tapal, he was one of the older members of their creche group— later bearing the name of the Abyss Creche, or simply the Abyss Group. Within that group, he also was close to the Iridonian Zabrak, Rita Corrin— who would later take on Miho Fukuhara, or F, as his padawan— and fellow artisan Vincentius Goh, who he would check in on periodically before Vincentius also took on— or was given, more like— a padawan, Ina Bala.

( In the case of the MKxSW AU, Arvid Cairn was also extremely close to both Bi-Han and Hanzo Hisashi, both of which he ended up looking after as they were on the younger end of the creche’s age range. Bi-Han, specifically, tended to try and pick fights with Arvid, while Hanzo often looked to Arvid for a source of warmth.)

Jaro Tapal, however, was Arvid’s closest friend, something that had initially began because of the fact that Arvid was and had always been a more mellow, quieter figure within the more energetic initiates and padawans around them as they grew up. In short, Arvid ended up as a sort of safe heaven for those who needed it (Jaro and Vincentius more often than not).

It is safe to say, however, that in regards to his friend, he does not think all that much of his relationship with their fellow, younger Jedi, Bastra Vargdan— aside from telling the Zabrak that if Jaro annoys him too much (something Jaro takes offense to) to come find him. In fact, it seems as if he does not care at all if someone is in a relationship or not, so long as it doesn’t effect him or his own. Because of his lack of criticism towards those Jedi, they in turn do not look too much at his own relationship with the Diner Owner, Dexter “Dex” Jettster, who he is very happy with. Arvid has a good relationship with all three of Dex’s adopted children— Nim , “D”, and Onyx Bores Jettster— though he doesn’t often have time to go to CoCo Town once the war starts.

Arvid has been noted to be a very quiet and calm individual to most, and while he has been seen to become irritable if bothered for too long, he is slow to anger— but when he does anger, other Jedi have stated that it’s like watching an inferno spark or a volcano explode. A vicious and dangerous sort of thing— and one of the only times he is known to ever raise his voice.

He is also very well known for being a rather exhausted individual, something that is often attributed to the fact that he gets poor sleep. This is due to the fact that he is unable to sleep on his back and sides because of his tail and horns. He states that he also finds sleeping on his stomach or sitting can be uncomfortable the next morning. Arvid has a higher body temperature than the average sentient due to being an Inferno Drakon, as the race is one that has been born from the blood and bones of the first dragon of flame, Alogi. Because of this, he wears loser robes and refuses to wear an outer-cloak because he finds it unbearable to deal with. Most of Arvid’s clothing is custom tailored for his tail, which is rather strong and powerful, and often young children like to hang on it— much to his amusement.

During the summer months on Coruscant, it is not rare to hear that Arvid has vanished from the woodworker’s halls and gone somewhere much cooler for respite despite the department’s halls being rather cold in general to accommodate the number of Jedi in that division who prefer the cooler temperatures and to counter balance Arvid in general.

As a Drakon, his nails are harder and grow into more claw-like points, his teeth are similar in that they’re more pointed and sharp.

While his hands appear to be dyed red, this is not a Drakon trait— it’s because of the amount of wood stain he dunks his hands into. Or, that’s what he says, it is safe to assume that he’s simply tired of being asked if they’re tattooed or not and no longer gives a real answer when asked.

(This is actually a Drakon trait, as that is the color of their true form’s skin, while the scales that grow upon it can appear as any color. Arvid is just tired of explaining.)

Though his joints (knees, ankles) function just the same as a human’s, Arvid’s feet resemble that of his true form’s being more draconic and clawed with four toes in the front and one further back for balance, this back one can rotate and move freely along the heel if needed. They can act as an extra set of ‘hands’ and grab things, though Arvid is not known to do this outside of a fight. Occasionally Arvid will adorn his horns and tail with jewelry, but that is only for special occasions.

He has had one padawan who is also a woodworker and ended up becoming his second in the chain of authority among the woodworkers— Turu. Turu is the one who gifted him the earring he dons on his right ear.

Arvid’s true form is considered small in comparison to the other Drakon of Surlogi, though is incredibly large still. From snout to tail tip, he stretches abut 800 meters, or 2624 feet— though like most Drakon he is more long than tall and lacks wings entirely but is entirely resistant to lava and flame to the point of being absolutely fine with swimming in it in both human and true form.

The coloration of his true form is primarily a coal-black color, though there are red undertones from his skin and there are several markings much like cracks along his body that are red, orange, and golden. His horns in both forms have red coloration at the tips, and the plume of his tail is red, yellow, and orange as well.

Arvid has not revealed his biological sex, though has stated that his true form is physically female, though his humanoid form is male. If this is a case where his physical sex is transient much like several types of Fae is unknown. Either way, Arvid prefers to be referenced under he/him— but also considers arguments on gender and identity to be tiring so he avoids it when necessary.

When asked about his favorite location, he stated that he prefers the back booth in Dex’s Diner.

Bastra Vargdan belongs to @purgetrooperfox , Nim belongs to @spacerocksarethebestrocks​ , All other OCs are mine

Taglist:

@jedifisto​​ @spaceydragons​​ @purgetrooperfox​​ @spacerocksarethebestrocks​ @insanelytomato @maulpunk​ @certified-anakinfucker​ @d3epfriedangels​ @genifer-first-of-her-name​ @thecodyagenda​ @dilf-archivist​ @txtalnyx​ @jawajawas​

[thechaoticfanartist]

no thoughts just Grim casually weaving implications that she knows the future into conversation and Bastra nodding along like "yeah okay sure, I'll roll with that", despite having no idea how she knows any if this, until Obi-Wan just assumes that he's fully in the loop somehow

Bastra 100% just thinks Grim gets really vivid Force premonitions but he grew up watching Sifo-Dyas deal with those so just kind of shrugs it off

YESSSS

Grim starting to be less and less vauge about the future just to see how much Bastra will go along with which also only convinces Obi-Wan that Bastra is in on the loop about Grim. Grim thinks the whole thing is very amusing.

[eurekadiario]

Israel lanza gases lacrimógenos contra un diputado libanés y periodistas en la frontera

Las fuerzas de seguridad israelíes lanzaron hoy gases lacrimógenos contra una decena de personas, entre ellas periodistas y un diputado libanés, que "cruzaron el sur de la Línea Azul", la linde demarcada por la ONU que separa Israel y Líbano, en medio de un repunte de tensión en la zona.

Horizontal © SARA GOMEZ ARMAS / EFE

"Esta mañana, alrededor de una docena de individuos cruzaron el sur de la Línea Azul en la zona de Bastra. Las Fuerzas de Defensa de Israel respondieron con el lanzamiento de gases lacrimógenos", dijo en un comunicado la misión de paz de la ONU en el Líbano (FINUL).

Todos sufrieron asfixia

Según la Agencia de Noticias Nacional libanesa, en esta zona cercana a las Granjas de Chebaa -controladas por Israel pero disputadas por el Líbano y Siria- se encontraba el diputado Qassem Hashem, del partido chií Amal, que hizo una visita acompañado de un grupo de periodistas, y todos ellos "sufrieron asfixia".

La situación está ahora "en calma", dijo la misión de la ONU, que apuntó que el comandante de la FINUL, el general mayor español Aroldo Lázaro, "está en contacto con las autoridades de ambos lados de la Línea Azul".

Asimismo, recordó que en los últimos días se han producido una serie de incidentes que han "incrementado las tensiones" pero que "no han escalado más", y urgió a las autoridades libanesas e israelíes que "ejerzan el mismo nivel de contención en las próximas horas y días".

La tensión en la frontera con Israel se produce después de que el Estado judío ocupara una zona libanesa, y donde el grupo chií Hizbulá mantiene tiendas de campaña en un punto supuestamente israelí.

Según las denuncias de la parte libanesa, Israel construyó la semana pasada una valla en el norte de Ghajar, una aldea dividida en dos por la frontera de facto entre ambos países y cuya parte septentrional pertenece al territorio del Líbano.

El levantamiento de la valla ha dejado toda la aldea en manos de Israel, que habría tomado esta medida para presionar a Hizbulá a que retire dos tiendas de campaña erigidas desde hace casi tres meses en las denominadas Granjas de Chebaa.

En medio de la tensión causada por estos desarrollos, las fuerzas israelíes atacaron la semana pasada con artillería el sur del Líbano en respuesta a un presunto lanzamiento de cohetes realizado desde esa región libanesa, mientras que hace tres días el Ejército de Israel dijo que frustró dos intentos de dañar la valla de seguridad en la frontera con el Líbano.

[stolas-bastra]

IMPS

Predatory species- Carnivorous (Whilst he can survive without, raw meat is ideal within his diet).

•Comes from the planet Dovraga located in the Outer rim territories (Even further out than Tatooine).

Imps are a subspecies of Daemons that hold the lowest ranking in Dovraga’s hierarchy and therefore are among the least respected and most likely to be hired for heavy labour work, or as servants for higher ranking daemons.

HUMANOID SPECIES

•All Imps share the same color of skin and striped horns; red skin (some imps have specific markings as well), black-and-white striped horns, yellow eyes that glow in the dark, black slit pupils, and sometimes visible red irises that tend to grow wide when an Imp is angered.

Imps come in a variety of shapes and sizes, with the majority of imps appearing to be smaller in stature to humans, imp height ranges vary between almost comparable to an average human, to the length of an average human's leg. Furthermore the average muscle density of imps is notably thin, although there are some exceptions.

•One of the most distinctive traits that tell them apart is the shape of their horns, which can vary greatly from individual to individual.

•most imps have spines on their head, upper back and tails.

•Some imps ave Prehensile tails.

* Imps’ tails in general are incredibly sensitive and thus it’s just kind of an unspoken rule that they don’t choose touch others with them who aren’t close family (spouses, children, parents and siblings) or reeeeeaaaaally close friends

•Imp blood is usually black.

•Imps exhibit sexual dimorphism of their hair and horns: female imps have mostly dark hair and black horns with grooves on them, while male Imps have mostly white hair with striped black and white horns.

•Some Imps appear to produce animalistic sounds that are unique to individual Imps.

(Stolas for example generates a cat-like purring.)

Abilities

* Ocular illumination: Imps have the ability to project light from their eyes when they are in dimly lit areas.

* Pyrokinesis: At least some imps are capable of producing flames.

* Fire Resistance .

* Flight: Some, but not all, Imps are born with wings behind their backs, which grants them the ability to fly.

•Imps have 3 sets of teeth.

* Young Imps are called "Implings"

* the majority of Imp-kind appear to be native to the Wrath Ring, and much less present elsewhere.

Some imps produce venom

Strong hollow bones